Married Minglers

I just took a break from housekeeping, bathroom scrubbing, laundry, dishes, to call my hubby's uncle to say hello. When he answered he told me, "Your hubby just arrived to take me to lunch." I had no idea what my husband was going to do for lunch today. We are so in tune.
When we were dating, we went to a party and were hanging together and being affectionate and someone said to us, "you two must not be married." We asked him why he said that. He said, "Because married people don't hang out together at a party." I revisit that little scene about once a year and observe my own behavior when we're in a group. Of course we mingle. Everyone should. I think he's a better mingler than I am. I remember this one party where I made a sarcastic joke to someone about her college, and then felt bad, so spent the majority of the party trying to win back the favor of this stranger that I really didn't care about at all.
My hubby, on the other hand, talked to all sorts of cool people who inspired him and entertained him. Damn, a missed opportunity.
So yesterday we were at a family barbecue where the air temperature was perfect, the trees shaded the lounge chairs, and the little cousins' high-pitched voices punctuated the celebration of the event. I remember going up to hubby 3 or 4 times throughout the party to give him a hug and a kiss and linger in his strong arms and snuggling close. Yes, I'm corny. But I think these mind melds are an essential component to a happy marriage. And maybe that stranger's comments affected me far into the future.